Rolling mountain ranges stretched across the horizon, and a dark green forest undulated with the terrain.Hidden within the dense woods halfway up the mountain, a crude wooden hut stood alone among gnarled branches, its plank gaps still embedded with dry moss, blending seamlessly with the surrounding natural landscape.On a wooden bed, the black-haired youth slowly opened his eyes, a lingering drowsiness from waking quickly replaced by a glint of brightness.He pushed himself up with his arms, his washed-out, coarse short-sleeved shirt clinging to his body, barely concealing his smoothly muscled physique—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and taut biceps that flexed slightly with his movements, exuding a wild sense of power."The village... is saved," Kalot murmured to himself, an uncontrollable joy flashing in his eyes.He almost immediately threw off the thin blanket, grabbed his bundle, and rushed out of the wooden hut barefoot.His figure was exceptionally agile in the jungle, like an ape that had lived there for years: a light tap of his toes could send him leaping several meters, and grabbing a dangling vine, he would swing effortlessly over dense bushes, his movements so skilled they seemed to merge with the forest itself.About ten minutes later, a burly figure suddenly flashed through the trees ahead.Kalot abruptly stopped on a thick branch and called out in a low voice, "Berg!"The figure below turned sharply at the sound—it was a man half a head taller than Kalot, his exposed arms covered in dark red scales that gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the shade; his fingertips bore sharp, beast-like claws, and his pupils were narrow and golden, revealing a non-human ferocity."Kalot?"Berg looked at the youth who lightly leaped down from the branch, his brow furrowing instantly, his tone filled with clear urgency and reproach, "Why haven't you returned to the village yet? Don't you know how dangerous it is outside right now? Several high-ranking Dragonblood Warriors in the village have lost control and entered a berserk state, indiscriminately hunting living creatures outside the village, and even our own people might suffer."And those Sub-dragon Species from the dragon lairs are searching for our village's tracks.You, a low-level warrior who hasn't even awakened his dragon blood, staying outside alone is just asking for death, isn't it? Quick, come back to the village with me!"Before he finished speaking, Berg reached out and grabbed Kalot's arm, his grip so strong it almost dug into his flesh, clearly genuinely worried about his safety."Alright, alright, I'll go with you then."Kalot smiled helplessly, allowing Berg to pull him forward.He knew that although his friend, with whom he had grown up, spoke brusquely, he genuinely cared about him.In Berg's eyes, he was still the "pitiable person" who had failed to awaken his dragon blood years ago and, unable to cope with the blow, had hidden away in the forest to live alone, completely unaware of his current changes.The two passed through layers of dense forest, and about half an hour later, a cluster of treehouses hidden among ancient trees appeared before their eyes.These treehouses were all built from thick tree trunks, with vines wrapped around their exteriors, making them almost impossible to spot without close inspection.On the open ground beneath the trees, dozens of Dragonblood Warriors, bearing features such as dragon scales and horns, patrolled back and forth, armed with stone axes and spears, their eyes vigilantly scanning their surroundings.There were also many ordinary villagers, like Kalot, who showed no dragon blood characteristics.Kalot looked at the Dragonblood Warriors he had once yearned to be—those scales and sharp claws had once been the symbols of power he had dreamed of, but now, his heart was unusually calm.This planet was covered in pervasive miasma and primeval jungles, with giant dragons and wandering Sub-dragon Species visible everywhere—they were the overlords of this land, and humans were merely a weak ethnic group surviving in the cracks, few in number, constantly facing the crisis of being devoured.For thousands of years, in their struggle against giant dragons, humans had finally discovered a path to evolution—the "Dragonblood Warrior."Specifically, children from a young age had to drink diluted dragon blood and eat dragon meat to gradually adapt their bodies to the dragon bloodline; upon reaching adulthood, through the "Bloodline Guidance Technique," some individuals could awaken the latent dragon power within them: some had their arms covered in indestructible dragon scales, some had their fingertips transformed into claws that could tear steel, and some could even exhale weak dragon breath.Awakened Dragonblood Warriors would experience a qualitative leap in their physique, gaining the strength to directly contend with sub-dragons.In his youth, Kalot's greatest dream was to become a Dragonblood Warrior—not only to protect the village from dragon incursions but also to personally slay giant dragons and avenge his parents, who had been killed by sub-dragons years ago.For this dream, he worked harder than anyone: he would wake up before dawn to train his body and practice combat techniques, never stopping, even in wind or rain.Among his peers, his combat talent was universally recognized as the best—his reaction speed, strength, endurance, and martial arts skills all far surpassed others, and even the old warriors in the village predicted that this child would surely become a great Dragonblood Warrior in the future, perhaps even having the chance to challenge the legendary "Dragonblood War God" and personally sever the head of the Dragon King.At that time, Kalot was the hope of the entire village, receiving admiring glances wherever he went.But fate played a cruel joke on him.As he grew older, his companions, who had once been inferior to him, one by one awakened their dragon power through the Bloodline Guidance Technique; some grew dragon claws, others gained dragon scale defenses, but he alone, no matter how many times he tried the guidance technique, found the dragon power within him like a dormant, stubborn stone, completely unresponsive.The highly anticipated genius became a "pitiable person" in everyone's eyes overnight.No one in the village mocked him; the elders always patted his shoulder and comforted him, saying, "Just wait a little longer, your bloodline is just awakening late," and his companions were still willing to take him hunting—but the more kindness he received, the more it pricked Kalot's self-esteem like a needle.He knew that he might be destined to never become a Dragonblood Warrior in this life.At the age of sixteen, he packed his simple belongings, moved out of the treehouse where he had lived for many years, and built a wooden hut by himself in the dense forest on the outskirts of the village.When he occasionally returned to the village to visit, he would only watch his former companions train from afar; the only person he kept in touch with was Berg.Over time, the villagers gradually forgot about him, only sighing, "What a pity," when they occasionally mentioned "that genius from back then" in idle conversation.Kalot also once thought his life would end as a "disappointed person"—until he met the person who changed his life.It was an old man in strange clothing who had gotten lost in the dense forest and, unable to speak the local language, could only communicate through gestures.Kind-hearted Kalot led the old man through the jungle for two days, finally helping him find his destination.When they parted, the old man smiled, raised his hand, and gently tapped Kalot's forehead.There was no pain, only a warm current flowing into his mind—the next second, a massive stream of information exploded like a tide: a new language called "Imperial Language," an unheard-of cultivation system called "Psionic Energy," and several psionic cultivation techniques and martial arts were clearly imprinted in his sea of consciousness.This was the greatest opportunity of his life.Kalot cherished it like a treasure and immediately began cultivating according to the techniques in the information stream.To his shock, his talent in psionic energy was terrifying; he reached heights that ordinary people might not achieve in a lifetime, from the first to the sixth stage, in just six years.Moreover, during these six years, he had no cultivation resources, relying entirely on absorbing the free psionic energy between heaven and earth, breaking through purely by talent.Not only that, his comprehension of psionic martial arts was also heaven-defying: a complex martial art that others would need months of hard practice to master, he could achieve mastery in just two practices, even extrapolating from it to derive moves more suitable for himself.During these six years, he lived alone in the wooden hut, cultivating psionic energy during the day, honing his martial arts by fighting dragons in the jungle, and studying the techniques in his sea of consciousness at night.The "good-for-nothing" who was almost forgotten by the village quietly grew into a powerful individual capable of shaking a region, in a corner unknown to anyone.Last year, the old man reappeared and gave him a second gift—a golden token engraved with the "Jumen" pattern, which was the entry pass to the Mythology Society.In that virtual space, where top geniuses gathered, Kalot not only met Poseidon, Athena, and others but also obtained higher-level psionic cultivation techniques, martial arts, and precious cultivation resources through resource exchange.Today, he had long since realized his dream from back then; his combat power could already rival the legendary Dragonblood War God, and he had even personally severed the head of a seventh-stage Red Dragon «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» King.However, this incident also brought disaster to the village.The death of the Red Dragon King completely enraged the nearby dragon race.Multiple dragon lairs united, frantically searching for his whereabouts while indiscriminately slaughtering humans in the region.Dragonblood Warriors from the village who went out hunting were repeatedly ambushed by giant dragons and sub-dragons, suffering heavy casualties, and the treehouse cluster had to be frequently relocated to avoid dragon retaliation."I brought trouble to the village, and I must take responsibility."Kalot clenched his fists, a resolute light flashing in his eyes.Berg led him to the largest treehouse and called out loudly, "Chief, Kalot is back!"Soon, the treehouse door opened, and a white-haired old man walked out.He was still robust, but the dragon scales on his arms had lost their former luster, and his face was covered in wrinkles.Only his yellowed eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's—he was the only powerful individual in the village who had reached the "Dragonblood Master" realm, and an elder who had watched Kalot grow up."Kalot, you finally decided to come back."The Chief looked at the young man before him, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.He still remembered the stubborn and hardworking child who would train by the stream before dawn every day, never stopping even when his coarse short-sleeved shirt was soaked with sweat."What a pity—" He sighed inwardly.If Kalot had been able to awaken his dragon blood, perhaps the village truly could have produced a Dragonblood War God."Chief, long time no see."Kalot showed a gentle smile, skipping the pleasantries and getting straight to the point, "I recently acquired a batch of treasures that can both help berserk Dragonblood Warriors suppress their madness and detoxify and heal injured tribesmen.""Kalot, is what you're saying true?"Berg's eyes instantly lit up, his tone filled with incredulous surprise."Absolutely true."Kalot nodded, his voice firm.The Chief, however, was not as excited as Berg; he gazed at Kalot, his expression complex.This child had been away from the village for too long; no one knew what he had experienced over the years or where he had obtained these "treasures."To blindly believe him would be too risky."Kalot, give me one first!"Berg, without waiting for the Chief's response, spoke eagerly, "I've been feeling hot inside lately, and the symptoms of berserk blood are almost uncontrollable.""Alright."Kalot took out a luminous white jade bottle from his coarse cloth bundle.As soon as the stopper was pulled, a refreshing chill emanated, instantly dispelling the surrounding heat.He poured out an ice-blue pill and handed it to Berg: "This is an ice heart pill.Taking it will allow your mind to enter a state of absolute calm, while also suppressing the spread of berserk blood."Berg took the pill and swallowed it without a second thought.The Chief, who was about to speak and stop him, saw that he had already swallowed it and forced back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, only able to frown and observe his reaction.The pill melted instantly in his mouth, and a cool current immediately slid down his throat into his body, like ice water extinguishing a raging fire; the burning heat within Berg's body receded at a visible rate.His previously reddish pupils gradually cleared, and his mind became clearer than ever before, even the memories that had been blurred due to the influence of berserk blood now clearly surfaced in his mind."It works! Chief, this thing really works!"Berg excitedly clenched his fists, his voice filled with ecstasy.The Chief's eyes finally showed a hint of emotion; after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Both of you, follow me."He led the two around to the back of the treehouse cluster, through a dense thicket, and a hidden cave appeared before them.Before they even got close, they heard suppressed roars coming from inside the cave, like trapped beasts struggling.Entering the cave, Kalot finally saw the scene inside: two Dragonblood Warriors were firmly locked by iron chains as thick as arms, the chains piercing their shoulder blades and the other end nailed to the stone wall.Their bodies were covered in bulging veins, the dragon scales on their arms glowed an abnormal dark red, their eyes were bloodshot, and they constantly let out low growls, clearly having fallen into a deep berserk state.Kalot understood—this was the fate of Dragonblood Warriors.Giant dragons were inherently violent and cruel; while Dragonblood Warriors gained power by absorbing dragon blood, they were also eroded by the violent factors within the dragon blood.The stronger they were, the more severe the erosion, and once they lost control, they would become monsters capable only of slaughter.Some strong-willed warriors would end their own lives before losing control, to avoid harming their tribesmen."The psionic energy system is still more stable."He secretly sighed, psionic energy strengthened the body by utilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, not only breaking through physical limits but also nourishing the spirit, making it comprehensive with a higher ceiling, and without the hidden danger of losing control like this."Kalot, your medicine—can it restore their sanity?"The Chief's voice carried a hint of imperceptible hope.These two warriors were the backbone of the village; if they could be saved, the village's situation would greatly improve."I'll try."Kalot nodded.Berg immediately poured out two ice heart pills from the jade bottle, stepped forward, held down the struggling warriors, and forcibly fed them the pills.After about a few minutes, the roars of the two warriors gradually weakened, their physical struggles slowed down, and the crimson in their eyes slowly receded like a fading tide, eventually returning to normal human pupils."Chief—where am I?"One of the warriors shook his head, looking around with a confused expression, clearly having no memory of his actions after losing control.The Chief looked at the two restored to sanity, a long-lost smile finally appearing on his face, his tense shoulders relaxing: "It's Kalot; the medicine he brought saved you.""Kalot?"The two warriors exchanged glances, both somewhat bewildered—the name was too unfamiliar; they clearly no longer remembered the person who had left the village years ago.Kalot didn't mind this.Leaving back then was his own choice; no one forced him, and it was normal to be forgotten after so many years.But he always remembered that when his parents died in his childhood, the elders of the village took turns caring for him, and his companions always shared their hunted meat with him.Now that he had the ability, repaying the village was simply his duty."Chief, Kalot's medicine really works!"Berg said excitedly, "I'll go gather all the other berserk warriors right now!""Don't forget the healing and detoxifying pills too," Kalot added.With the previous personal verification, the Chief no longer doubted Kalot's words.The two immediately turned and left the cave to gather the tribesmen, but when they returned to the cave with the people, they found Kalot had already vanished.Only a dozen white jade porcelain bottles were neatly arranged on the ground, and in front of each bottle, the use of the pill was carved with stones on the ground—some marked "ice heart pill: suppresses berserk blood," some read "vitality pill: accelerates healing," and others were "detoxification pill: dissolves dragon venom."No one knew that Kalot had already left the village at this time, heading towards the distant, mist-shrouded mountains.That was where the dragon lairs, where the dragon race gathered, were located.What he wanted to do was not just temporarily alleviate the village's crisis, but to completely resolve this trouble.

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